Newtmas One-Shots

NOT-SO-SECRET LOVERS (DYLMAS AU)

Thomas sat on the steps of his trailer, a cigarette held in his long, calloused fingers. He was chewing his already well-bitten nails and thinking. His girlfriend, Isabella, was sat beside him, nattering on about some fashion brand that was going to stop making her favourite shoes or something; he was so lost in thought that he didn't pay any attention to his red-headed girlfriend. 

It was the middle of summer, and they were slap-bam in the middle of filming "The Maze Runner". They days were long, and the heat was extraordinary; Thomas had gone through three bottles of deodorant the past week, trying to maintain his gorgeous scent. He had failed miserably, but he just didn't care anymore. 

He hadn't really cared since he had met the his co-star; the amazing Dylan O'Brien. The brunette was rubbing off on him; it was only natural since they were both so close as friends. 

They were closer in other areas, too.  

Everyone knew about the long nights spent in Dylan's hotel room. Everyone knew about the kisses and the passion as the nights drew on. Everyone knew about the way that they shared a cigarette whilst talking about everything and yet nothing after they were done the deed. Everyone knew about the not-so-secret "I love you's" that were exchanged between the pair. 

Everyone except Isabella knew; Thomas simply did not want to tell her about it. He wanted to drag their doomed relationship out for as long as possible before one of them snapped and it inevitably ended. It was all just a game for him, and it was one he LOVED playing.

What he had with Dylan, however, was more than just a game to him. His heart actually tugged with delight when he saw the short, brown eyed boy with the good butt run past him. A smile instantly found its way to his lips when the other boy winked at him flirtatiously from across the room. A light resided in his eyes and a skip appeared in his step when he thought about what he would do to the Mets fan that night.

With Isabella, however, he had never felt those things; their relationship had basically been forced by Isabella's dad, who also happened to be Thomas's publicist. They had an entire future planned out carefully for them; one that Thomas didn't want or like.

He often fantasized about his and Dylan's future together; they would get married and adopt a child, and move to England, and live happily ever after. He was fantasizing about it now as he was sat beside his chattering girlfriend.

He suddenly got bored of being in his thoughts. He tuned back into the real world and sighed. Isabella stopped talking immediately. "What's wrong, darling?" She asked in a worried manner, inspecting her nails.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." Thomas said. He was playing games with the redhead; games he knew she couldn't play.

"Oh darling, DO tell me what's wrong!" She said, grasping his hand. He internally cringed, but his demeanor stayed calm and upset.

"Well..." He said hesitantly, biting his lip. "I was thinking about someone special to me, and I was thinking about what I'll do to them tonight for being such a tease."

Isabella sat up straight. She obviously thought that her oh-so-dear boyfriend was talking about her. "Oh, darling! What are you going to do to this person?"

"I'm going to make them scream my name in pure bliss. I'm going to make sure that they won't be able to walk for a week. I'm going to make sure the entire hotel will know my name."

Isabella was practically drooling at this stage. Thomas nearly laughed out loud; he wasn't talking about her. He was talking about doing those things to Dylan. 

"Speaking of the devil," Thomas muttered. Dylan had just ran past him and winked, causing tingles to shoot through his entire body. A shiver ran up his spine, and he knew exactly what he had to do.